A Prisoner In My Own World

walking around on eggshells, living in fear of what mood he's in.

A Prisoner In My Own World

A prisoner in my own world-
Walls built from your words,
Bars forged from every time I forgave
What should've broken us for good.

I didn't need a jail cell.
You locked me in with guilt,
With silence.
With those sideways glances that said,
"Don't speak unless you're sure I won't
get mad."

I tiptoed around truth,
Like it was a landmine.
Afraid of what honesty would cost me.
Afraid of losing the version of you I was begging to be real.

I made a home in survival.
Decorated my wounds with excuses.
And called it love.

But deep down?

I was screaming behind the smile.
Pacing inside my own mind.
Waiting for permission
To just breathe
Without bracing for the next emotional
ambush.

You never had to raise the bars-
You just had to make me question
If I was strong enough to leave.

But I am.
I was.
And now I see it clearly;

You weren't the sentence-
You were the cage.
And I?
I was the key the whole damn time.